Phil had been streaming for three hours now, the longest he had done since Wilbur had moved in. Knock, knock, knock. The noise snapped the male out of his thoughts.

He quickly muted his mic and called out, "Come in." Wilbur stepped in hesitantly, "What's up?"

"Um, I-I have some food." the boy stuttered. Phil smiled softly and gestured to come closer, making sure he turned off his face cam first.

"Thanks, mate. Do you wanna hang out here?"

Wilbur swallowed, "Su-sure." he agreed, grabbing a chair.

"Are you OK with me turning on my camera?"

The brunet pondered for a second, "Yes." Phil nodded and turned everything back on. Chat immediately erupted.

"Techno, I'm back." Phil stated, then glanced at Will, the boy nodded. "Wilbur's with me too."

"Oh, hai Wilbur."

"Hi." The three sat in awkward silence, Wilbur broke it. "I- I was- I was wondering some-something Techno,"

"Yes?"

"Um, since I'm- since I'm techni-technically an orphan now, are you- are you going to attempt to kill me?"

"Will?" Techno asked, after a brief silence.

"Yes?"

"Log on, I have to try something." The three burst into laughter, struggling to breath.

"NOOOOOO!!! TECHNOOO!!! DON'T KILL WILBUR!!!" Phil yelled dramatically. Making them all laugh more. And although Phil didn't notice, Wilbur didn't flinch once during this whole exchange. They were making progress.